Gemotions

The crumpled bills in Daniel’s wallet felt heavy. He walked slowly back to his apartment, the dim streetlights barely illuminating his path. He’d just seen Mrs. Gable come home, her car gleaming with fresh wax, and a shopping bag from the designer boutique he could never afford.

He kicked a loose pebble across the sidewalk. The feeling in his chest was a dull ache, a constant weight. He'd been working overtime for the past six months to try and stay afloat, and yet… it felt like he was treading water.

He reached his door and fumbled for his keys. Inside, the silence of his apartment felt suffocating. He leaned against the closed door, and finally let the weight of it all settle in.